AU: In which Bryan and David take their son Blaine out for dinner and try to set him up with the cute waiter.
“Didn’t you say you came here just last week with your friend Tina?” asks David. “The food here must be good seeing how strongly you insisted on coming back.”
“Yeah,” says Blaine, glancing around the restaurant distractedly. “I guess.”
“What’s wrong with you?” asks Bryan. He narrows his eyebrows. “Oh my God, did you spot someone famous here? Is that why you wanted to come back so badly?”
“Dad, don’t be ridic-“
“Are you three ready to order?”
Bryan and David both look up, as Blaine busies himself with the menu. The boy who had just come their table is tall and lean, with a golden streaked quiff poking out from under his hat.
“Yes please,” says Bryan, pausing to read the name badge on the boy’s chest, “Kurt, I am starving.” He looks down at the open menu in front of him. “Could I get the lasagna, but hold back on the cheese?”
“Of course,” says Kurt with a smile, scribbling down the order
“A medium rare steak for me, thanks,” says David with a smile, handing over his menu. “Blaine, what do you want?”
Blaine glances up to meet Kurt’s eyes. There’s a flash of recognition there, before Kurt gives Blaine a smile. Blaine simply blushes in response, looking back at the menu.
“I’ll have the, uh,” Blaine’s suddenly lost, looking through the menu in search of something, anything, to order. Wait, how did he end up on the drinks page?
“Blaine, you’re keeping poor Kurt waiting,” urges Bryan. He turns to Kurt. “I’m sorry about this, he usually knows exactly what to order. You know, teenagers these days.”
“Of course,” says Kurt with a friendly smile.
“Blaine, why don’t you just order what you had last time,” says David gently.
“So, the tomato and basil fettuccine?” asks Kurt, looking at Blaine expectantly.
Blaine simply blinks. Kurt seems to realise what he’s said, because his cheeks turn rosy as he looks down at the notepad in front of him. Bryan looks from Kurt to Blaine and can’t help but grin. Internally, Blaine’s praying that he doesn’t say anything.
To Blaine’s surprise, it’s David that speak up.
“What an amazing memory you have,” is all he says, though there’s a slight tease in his voice.
“Yeah, the fetuccine sounds great,” says Blaine, handing over his menu with a smile. He’s sure his face is flaming.
“I’ll be right back with your order,” says Kurt, avoiding Blaine’s gaze as he takes the menu and hurries away.
As soon as Blaine leaves, Bryan’s suddenly serious
“Don’t think I missed that look on your face right now,” he says, straight-faced. ”It’s obvious that you think that guy’s cute. Isn’t it, David?”
Blaine can’t help but smile as his other dad, reluctantly, agrees.
“And that feeling appears to be mutual,” says David quietly, eyes fixed somewhere behind Blaine.
Blaine turns around to see Kurt gazing across at him, before turning away at meeting Blaine’s gaze.
“You should go ask for his number,” encourages David. “We’ll just pretend not to be here.”
Blaine laughs, shaking his head at his parents’ constant attempts to set him up. But this time, for once, he takes their advice. With an ‘excuse me’, as if he were simply leaving to go to the bathroom, he stands and heads towards Kurt.
“Oh, look at that,” says Bryan proudly, watching as a huge smile spread across Kurt’s face. “Our boy’s all grown up.”
David took Bryan’s hand in his.
“He sure is.”